Chapter 541: Remember; medieval basement is not an amusement park
"Op--" I paused right on time and lowered my raised hand. Damn it, Val! Stick to the concept, shall we? I cleared my throat and erased the smile off my face, pinching the waist of the husband laughing silently beside me. "Ahem; good day."
Of course--of course, Opti would be laughing too. But at least he was better at hiding it since his race compelled him to be a good actor. "Good day, Young Master."
Oh, he even lowered his voice--although I had no idea why he was still in his boy disguise. Perhaps a young boy interrogating in cold blood was scarier?
Meanwhile, Hagai was looking at us in confusion. Well, he was not part of the gang, so he couldn’t react the way we could to each other. Honestly, I barely interacted with those three vassals so I forgot their existence sometimes. Still, he had enough sense to just be a good bystander.
Anyway, I put on my best poker face and looked at the cell. To be exact, at the resident of the cell.
Actually, there were several cells in this same room. Some of them, on the other side of the room, were the poison users I threw out of the forest. I couldn’t see Zir’Kal or any demon lust elder, however, so I guessed they were placed somewhere else.
The Spectre...I hadn’t asked about my vegan Iron Maiden yet. That one felt like a finale, don’t you think?
For now, my focus was on the nightmare.
Natha pointed at the cell with his chin, and the guards opened the cell swiftly, allowing me to look at the resident clearly. The nightmare was covered in blood instead of a cloak this time. His blue skin was littered with tiny puncture wounds, which I reckoned was the source of the drying blood. This told me that no one bothered to clean him up--or heal him up, for that matter--since that night.
Not that I would waste my time to sympathize.
Ah, of course, it had nothing to do with the fact that he wasn’t even a quarter as handsome as Natha.